Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused,

must’ve been a brain fart.

speechless, […]

this and nobody knew him?

moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up

she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The

pages with a

true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college

double down on her

Lorna brought her a cup of milk and

good advice, nodded in agreement.

a new message popped up on her

why are you

pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth,

quickly, No way. Is he in Greenmeadow?]

do

to deliberate for a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful

he mean by keeping her distance? They hadn’t even been

Cordelia sighed deeply, replying. I can’t stay away from him,

poetic about love, just

she could decide, Louie replied, [Why?]

meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse. Do you

Louie went silent.

typing indicator blinked for another ten minutes, but still

showering and returning, Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and we can talk

knew. He actually

widened with a glimmer of hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said tomorrow, she would

typed a single word

set the phone down, dried her hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to

What could he want at this

a familiar voice, more velvety than she remembered,

voice seemed different in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more

sleep,” he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the